7/6/2023 0 Comments The next by rafe haze![]() ![]() Rafe catches her upper arms and moves her behind him, nudging her toward the car. She whirls around to face him and screams, “It’s Cam, not Karen, you asshole!” “Come on, Karen,” he calls, laughing, clearly wasted. As Rafe opens his door and gets out, a guy runs out after Cam. ![]() The door opens and a pretty girl comes out, walking unsteadily, clutching her phone. At least the neighborhood doesn’t look as bad as Rafe seemed worried it would be when he told Camille to stay inside. “Okay, Cam, come outside.” He points to a three-story brick house on the corner. He squeezes my forearm and lets go, fumbling with his phone. “It means, maybe spending more time not lying about who you are has made you aware of the ways you had gotten used to lying about it.” Rafe says this gently, hand on my arm, but it still packs a punch I can’t process right now. “Well, I just mean, are you sure you used to feel comfortable as opposed to just being used to feeling uncomfortable?” But, I don’t know, I didn’t feel totally comfortable there… which is strange, because I always used to.” Income Protection Insurance: Detailed Discussion ![]()
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